Date With My High School Crush
The sight of her would create a strange mixture of anxiety, excitement, arousal, and hopelessness in my teenage body. I felt the proverbial “butterflies” whenever she appeared, overwhelmed with emotions that physiologically led to an increased heart-rate, palm sweat, and nervous muscle spasms.
I thought of her as my that one special girl that was quite possibly my “soul-mate”. I fantasized about spending the rest of my life with her; holding hands, kissing, cuddling, 2.5 kids and a white picket fence.
Her name was Tiffany and she was my high-school crush.
She was the cute girl next door type. I was the extremely shy, sensitive, and socially awkward dork with a bad haircut.
She was the popular girl that hung out with the cool kids and went to parties on weekends. I was the loser that played Magic: The Gathering with his friends and stayed home on weekends masturbating to porn.
She was the popular girl that everyone knew. I was the loser no one knew existed.
Back in high-school, I considered Tiffany to be “out of my league”, yet there was this hope…a hope that someday I’d be wealthy and successful enough so that girls like Tiffany would have to like me.
Ten years later, I’m neither wealthy (in the financial sense) or successful (in the societal sense). However, this doesn’t matter because the truth is this-
Girls want to meet cool guys; be a cool guy, get girls. That’s it.
Knowing I’m a cool guy is enough for me to believe that whenever I approach a girl, there is a very good possibility she’ll be for me. This represents winning before I ever even step up to the girl.
Anyways, thanks to an assist from Mark Zuckerberg, I recently connected with Tiffany on Facebook. Her profile came up as a ‘Suggested Friend’ and seeing her appear provoked this question-
What if I could date my school crush today?
I decided to add her on Facebook in a attempt to satiate this ‘what-if’ curiosity.
Minutes after Tiffany accepted my friend request, I followed up with an instant message on Facebook chat.
Of course, she didn’t remember who I was, so I explained how she came up on Facebook and I thought she was cute (truth). We exchanged pleasantries, and after twenty minutes of Facebook chat conversation, she gave me her number and agreed to meetup for a date. Awesome.
Even though I got her number and we made plans for a date, I began doubting myself.
My most pathetic thought was that I was still that 16 year-old loser that believed she was “out of my league”.
What is this weak-sauce?! This represents losing before I ever even step up to the girl.
I’m a 26 year-old man now, so I refused to hold on to the same limiting beliefs today that had held me back in the past. Doing so would mean I never ‘grew-up’.
Fast forward two days later and date with Tiffany is set.
When I greeted Tiffany (who was still very cute), I went to kiss her lips. She turned to her cheek, but there was this electric energy; sensual, yet powerful. I knew it was on between us.
“You’re very aggressive”, she remarked with a hint of nervous laughter.
“Yea…I know”, I replied without any thought, said as a matter-of-fact.
After an hour or so, we went back to my place to “watch some cool videos on YouTube”.
We never did get to watch any YouTube videos because seconds after coming into my bedroom, the clothes came flying off.
There in my bed was the girl I had dreamed about for all those years. You can use your imagination for what happened next
Although I didn’t feel the “butterflies” and unrequited love this time, when Tiffany left my apartment in the early morning, I remembered just how much she meant to me once upon a time.
Once upon a time was when I had no options with women and a date with Tiffany would’ve meant impressing her with flowers, taking her to a fancy expensive restaurant and hoping for a good-night kiss at the end of the night.
Now, she was just another girl among the option of many other girls.
This wasn’t the result of “getting lucky”, or anything I said or did. Rather, it was a reflex of my own awesomeness, and nothing I was surprised about either.
Again, I understood that girls want to meet cool guys and Tiffany was no exception. I also understood we were both adults that liked each other…so why delay the inevitable?